There's also the fact that I haven't done much fiction writing this past year, and whenever I sit down to blog a nagging voice in the back of my head berates me (or perhaps it chastises me) for using the writing time for blogging instead of fiction. Time is a major issue, what with Muffin and Squeaker pretty much needing our attention in almost all their waking hours. Add that to the day job, and to the other things that occupy my life (local politics, shul, etc.), and in the end I feel as if the moments slip away too quickly for me to attend to them.
Many others have used the Gregorian New Year to look back at 2011 and summarize what they did. The fact is, I can't remember much of what I did. Muffin and Squeaker had a birthday, of course, and my aunt Miriam passed away, and Nomi got a new job, but on a day-to-day basis my life was mostly going to work and taking care of the kids. I'm not sure how interesting that would be to post about every day. ("Still not king.") Besides, Nomi and I have the bi-weekly column at Brookline Patch to fill folks in on the adventures of our lives with Muffin and Squeaker.
This is also a time people make resolutions for the new year. If I were to do so, I'd probably resolve to write more fiction, maybe to get back into the groove. I'd also possibly resolve to blog more (I see many others have mentioned that on their blogs). In the end, I think that all I'll be able to do is try. I hope I succeed.